…He sat,as ever,on the stairs,thinking…
…A knock on the door -who the fuck is that?(is their instant thought).
‘-Can it be [obviously] that I know not?
– try asking a question that does plainly does not need to be explained..
..The door is approached,I open it,what is before me?
Feel the breath
then how to breath
A blank page …
…does it need to be written?
..What is needed? When perfection is already present?
(this referers to every talent[no matter how small society considers it to be ] ).
If I question my innate ability
The time to write is now?
The melodious toil that presents itself
up tree branch –
this canopy –
a resting point
moments pass –
another takes flight